My dear, dear, old dog Luna had a stroke on Friday night.
I did not get to go to my mama's for her birthday which made me sad.
It looked like we would have to put Luna down by Monday, but in true old dog fashion, she rallied that morning.
I know the end is near, but not today.
And probably not tomorrow, but soon.
She can't walk very well and cannot walk unaided at all.
I can't pick her up so we've been doing a lot of sliding around on blankets.
You get creative when someone you love so much needs you.
The days have been long, long.
I'll try to talk more tomorrow.
Not much else seems important right now, you know how that is.